This is a song about "My niiga"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

My own unknown is my enemy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Round ma way niiga its sunny allday

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

This niiga actin cray like he still in midsummer

Fuck it, i'm done

My words are my rhythm